Warpath

I should go ahead and tell you that I just started my period yesterday. So, yes, mayyyybe some of it is hormonal. That only makes me more dangerous.

Why do people discount funny people? Do they think we don't feel pain? That we don't get hurt? Paranoid? Angry? If you cut us, do we not BLEED before we make a joke about it?

So, with that being said.. Today I woke up brewing about a paticular situation that I will not be blogging about cause I'm too lazy to type it all out. Just know in your hearts that someone screwed me over big time. I went to work. Everything was going well, and I was using my anger to fuel some much needed efficiency. Then, I had to call someone because he wanted to tell me how wrong I was. I could hardly wait.

I called this lovely, lovely gentleman who proceeded to tell me that I was:

A. Wrong
B. Very Wrong
C. EXTREMELY WRONG
D. Full of shit

Don't you just love days that start like that? Wheee~

About an hour later, I made the mistake of coughing. If you're a woman, and you've ever had a heavy period, you know what a huge mistake this can be. I had to go home and change.

Don't you "EW" me, either. You don't think *I* thought it was gross? You think it was FUN or something? Huh??

On my way back I called Dana Dane and got her and Misty's order, then went through drive-thru for all of us. I was there a long time. A very, very, very long time. When I finally got to the window, and asked for mayo? It was as if I'd asked them to climb the highest mountain top, scoop up the snow, and make my fat ass a snowcone. And SPEAKING of fat asses, did I mention that I'm retaining enough water to cure a drought?

On the way back to work, I couldn't find a song I liked. When I finally hit the opening strains of "Whipping Post" by the Allman Brothers I thought I was safe. I was all ready to feel sorry for myself along with him. Oh, whipping post. Poor me, I had to sit in my air-conditioned car in drive thru! Oh, tragedy!

It didn't really work. I ended up driving down RB Drive yelling "Well no fucking WONDER she left your ass, you pussy! Damn! If some bitch did that shit to me the last thing I'd do is write a song whining about it so everybody knew what a little bitch I was!"

Obviously, I was Not in the Right Frame of Mind. Usually, I am a Very Nice Person.

I get to work, struggle to carry the bags and drinks inside, and the first thing I hear when I pass Celeste's office is:

"Chick FILA?? Well.. thanks for asking ME if *I* wanted anything!"

Her funeral will be held tomorrow, 2pm.

(okay not really, but ONLY because I REALLY love her)